Bomp was born on May 3, 1929 in the small Oregon town of Williams Creek. His brother, Earl Jr., was 11 years older than he was. His sister, Edna, was 9 years older.

His first job was when he was 5-6 years old. He was paid 50 cents per month to pick out oats that were stuck to large burlap bags and to feed those oats to the horses.

When Bomp was 10 years old, his mom left and his dad finished raising him. He and his dad had a great relationship.

Bomp was a policeman and an insurance adjuster. He loved both of the jobs.

He loved history, especially the civil war.

He enjoyed traveling but his favorite place in the world was the Oregon coast.

When I was born, Bomp would hold me and tell me to say Bomp-a. He would repeat it over and over. He was called Bomp by me, my brother and my kids.

Bomp loved flowers and gardening. He was a very talented gardener and always grew great fruits and vegis.

I remember relaxing with him in his hammock. He loved taking afternoon naps.

He used to bbq the best hamburgers. He loved limburger cheese on his hamburger. I think he ate it just to see all of us squirm. That cheese smells really bad.

Bomp and I used to have swim races across the pool. I remember always trying so hard but he would win. When I was a teenager, I finally beat him. I thought that he just let me win but now I know he was becoming weaker.

Bomp smoked cigarettes for a long time. If I remember right, he smoked for around 50 years. It's sad because he didn't know the damage he was doing to himself. He and my grandma stopped smoking when I was in high school with the help of acupressure. After all of those years, he quit cold turkey.

He developed emphysema and other lung and heart problems. He was on oxygen for the last 10 years of his life. He was in and out of the hospital several times over the past few years. He would go in for a few days then go back home.

This past November, he was told that he should look into hospice care. He was adamant that he was not ready to die. He loved life. He fought right up until the end. He did not want to die. I was lucky enough to be with him when he passed away. I don't think he knew I was there. It was a very scary time for him. I will never forget and will always wish that I could have been more of a comfort to him. I just hope that he's happy and okay now.

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Our loving husband, father, grandfather, and great grandfather passed away January 11, 2011. Ted was born on May 3, 1929 toEarl Whisler and Doris Edna Hedgepeth in Williams, Oregon.

He graduated from Lakeview Oregon High School in 1947. He attended the University of Oregon and Southern Oregon College. He went to work at Safeway Stores at the age of 14 and worked for them for 9 years. He then fulfilled a dream by becoming a Police Officer in Medford, Oregon and worked there as a shift commander and started their Identification Division. In 1959, he went to work as an Insurance Adjuster for the world's largest Insurance Adjusting firm and spent 35 years handling property claims, then went to work for the Traveler's Insurance Company where he retired.

He married Marilyn Walker, later divorced, and they were the parents of 3 daughters. In 1978, he married Carole Davis whomhad a daughter.